| Author: | Annelise | ISBN: | 9781928268000 |
| Publisher: | Boekemakranka | Publication: | June 9, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Annelise |
| ISBN: | 9781928268000 |
| Publisher: | Boekemakranka |
| Publication: | June 9, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Pomegranate Moon is a sensual and sometimes lyrical book that opens the door to the dark closet of Selene's sexual fantasies and physical adventures. Is she immoral or just more honest than the rest?
Eroticism does not always have to do with love. Sometimes it is meaningless, immoral, insane and absurd… Eroticism does not necessarily have to be soft, pink and romantic. – (Réney Warrington)
“The sea splashes over my sun-kissed legs. It washes over me and into me. Neptune plays with me. His soothing, salty semen seeps through me. I can feel the residue of his saltpetre embrace on my body when the sea recedes. I am warmed by the sun. I am melted by the sun. Summer slyly slips into my body. I may combust. I am seasons, satin, softness.
Two lovers court me. Sea God, Sun God. Sea God’s next cool caress makes me shiver.
I am aware of your eyes upon me – at that place where the sea fondles me. Your eyes caress me, too. I feel your desire vibrating in the firmness of the sand under my body. I feel your fingers in the next wave, seeking caress – between my legs … It is a large wave. It swirls around me, over me, and with audacity it touches my breasts, my neck.
When you and the wave recede, my entire body tingles. I know you are watching, I know you desire. Come, my love, synchronise sun and sea. Catch them with your body. Stir them and let them smelt together in the Goddess. Let their duelling die within you. Come!”
Pomegranate Moon is a sensual and sometimes lyrical book that opens the door to the dark closet of Selene's sexual fantasies and physical adventures. Is she immoral or just more honest than the rest?
Eroticism does not always have to do with love. Sometimes it is meaningless, immoral, insane and absurd… Eroticism does not necessarily have to be soft, pink and romantic. – (Réney Warrington)
“The sea splashes over my sun-kissed legs. It washes over me and into me. Neptune plays with me. His soothing, salty semen seeps through me. I can feel the residue of his saltpetre embrace on my body when the sea recedes. I am warmed by the sun. I am melted by the sun. Summer slyly slips into my body. I may combust. I am seasons, satin, softness.
Two lovers court me. Sea God, Sun God. Sea God’s next cool caress makes me shiver.
I am aware of your eyes upon me – at that place where the sea fondles me. Your eyes caress me, too. I feel your desire vibrating in the firmness of the sand under my body. I feel your fingers in the next wave, seeking caress – between my legs … It is a large wave. It swirls around me, over me, and with audacity it touches my breasts, my neck.
When you and the wave recede, my entire body tingles. I know you are watching, I know you desire. Come, my love, synchronise sun and sea. Catch them with your body. Stir them and let them smelt together in the Goddess. Let their duelling die within you. Come!”
